The habit of doing one's duty drives away fear.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.

The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.